Walt Whitman novel lost for 165 years republished online and in book form

A small ad that ran in The New York Times on March 13, 1852, turns out to be an anonymously published Walt Whitman novel. PHOTO: NYTIMES

Zachary Turpin at his home in Houston, on Feb 17, 2017. Turpin discovered an anonymously published 1852 serial novel by the poet Walt Whitman, which survived in only a single copy of an obscure newspaper. PHOTO: NYTIMES

(NYTIMES) - Readers who picked up The New York Times on March 13, 1852, might have seen a small advertisement on Page 3 for a serial tale set to begin the next day in a rival newspaper.

"A RICH REVELATION," the ad began, teasing a rollicking tale touching on "the Manners and Morals of Boarding Houses, some Scenes from Church History, Operations in Wall-st.," and "graphic Sketches of Men and Women" (presented, fear not, with "explanations necessary to properly understand what it is all about").

It was a less than tantalising brew, perhaps. The story, which was never reviewed or reprinted, appears to have sunk like a stone.

But now comes another rich revelation: The anonymously published tale was nothing less than a complete novel by Walt Whitman.

The 36,000-word Life And Adventures Of Jack Engle, which was discovered last summer by a graduate student, is being republished online Monday (Feb 21) by The Walt Whitman Quarterly Review and in book form by the University of Iowa Press.

A quasi-Dickensian tale of an orphan's adventures, it features a villainous lawyer, virtuous Quakers, glad-handing politicians, a sultry Spanish dancer and more than a few unlikely plot twists and jarring narrative shifts.

"This is Whitman's take on the city mystery novel, a popular genre of the day that pitted the 'upper 10 thousand' - what we would call the one per cent - against the lower million," said David S. Reynolds, a Whitman expert at the Graduate Center of the City University of New York.

But it also, Reynolds and other scholars who have seen it say, offers clues to another mystery: how a workaday journalist and mostly conventional poet transformed himself into the author of the sensuous, philosophical, wildly experimental and altogether unclassifiable free verse of Leaves Of Grass.

"It's like seeing the workshop of a great writer," said Ed Folsom, the editor of The Walt Whitman Quarterly Review. "We're discovering the process of Whitman's own discovery."

That transformation was one that Whitman himself wished to obscure. He said little about the early 1850s, when he worked as a carpenter in Brooklyn and published almost nothing, working instead on what became the 1855 first edition of Leaves Of Grass.

Later, he all but disowned his successful 1842 temperance novel Franklin Evans; Or The Inebriate, and had little interest in seeing his short fiction revived.

"My serious wish," he wrote in 1882, "were to have all those crude and boyish pieces quietly dropp'd in oblivion."

In 1891, when a critic was planning on republishing some of his early tales, he was blunt: "I should almost be tempted to shoot him if I had an opportunity."

That does not faze Zachary Turpin, the graduate student at the University of Houston who found Jack Engle. In fact, this is the second time archival lightning has struck Turpin.

Last year, he announced the discovery of Manly Health And Training, a previously unknown 47,000-word self-help treatise that Whitman published in The New York Atlas in 1858.

"A friend joked that that's what would be on my gravestone," Turpin said.

The library of lost American literature includes many "known unknowns," as Turpin put it (channeling Donald Rumsfeld), like Herman Melville's The Isle Of The Cross (the eighth and final novel he may, or may not, have finished) and Whitman's The Sleeptalker, a seemingly completed 1850 novel he discusses in his letters, but which does not survive.

Turpin has made a specialty of looking for the "unknown unknowns," using vast online databases that compile millions of pages of 19th-century newspapers.

One day last May, he entered some names and phrases from fragmentary notes for a possible story concerning an embezzling lawyer named Covert and an orphan named Jack Engle - one of many entries in Whitman's voluminous notebooks that the online Walt Whitman Archive had deemed to have no clear connection to any known published material.

Up popped the advertisement that included the name Jack Engle. The serial was to run in The Sunday Dispatch, a New York paper Whitman was known to have contributed to.

"My spider-sense was really tingling," Turpin said.

Turpin ordered a scan of the first page from the Library of Congress, which held the only known (and as yet undigitised or microfilmed) copy of that day's Dispatch. A month later, he was stunned to open a file showing a yellowing page containing Jack Engle and other names from Whitman's notes.

"I was at my in-laws', setting up a Pack 'n Play, when the email arrived," he recalled. "From that day until now, I've had this simmering inside me."

The 36,000-word tale, published in six typo-ridden installments, may not belong in the American literary canon.

"It's not a great novel, though it's not a bad read either," said Reynolds, the author of Walt Whitman's America.

But Jack Engle and the other raffish young male characters, Reynolds said, are reminiscent of the man-of-the-streets persona - "Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs" - he created with Leaves Of Grass.

And then there is Chapter 19, which Folsom called "a magical moment".

Here, Jack enters the cemetery at Trinity Church in Lower Manhattan, and the madcap plot grinds to a halt in favour of reveries about nature, immortality and the oneness of being that strikingly echo the imagery of Whitman's great work.

"Long, rank grass covered my face," says Jack, the first-person narrator. "Over me was the verdure, touched with brown, of trees nourished from the decay of the bodies of men."

Jack wanders among those bodies of men, copying out the inscriptions of the tombstones of Alexander Hamilton, the War of 1812 hero Capt. James Lawrence (of "Don't give up the ship!" fame) and other lost lives. Then, he exits onto the streets, where "onward rolled the broad, bright current" - and quickly and rather indifferently wraps up his own story.

"Throughout the novel, you constantly see Whitman wandering off the plot, looking for life in all the nooks and crannies of the city," Folsom said. "With the visit to the cemetery, where all plots end, it's as if he's suddenly lost interest in all plots - or at least this plot."

Today, we think of the radically expansive free verse of Leaves Of Grass, with its wandering "I" who "contains multitudes," as one of the fixed signposts in American literary history. But in his notebooks from the early 1850s, Turpin noted, Whitman was toying with other forms for his great work.

"You see him asking, Should it be a novel? Or a play, with thousands of people onstage, chanting in unison?" he said. "It's amazing to think that Leaves Of Grass could have taken a different form entirely."

Turpin said the graveyard chapter put him in mind of Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, one of the most famous poems in Leaves Of Grass, where Whitman declares, "I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence."

But when asked how it felt to be the first in many generations to read Whitman's now-resurrected novel, Turpin reached for another near-mystical line.

"Whitman said something really great: 'Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,'" he said. "You really do start to believe it after a while."

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